Danse Macabre Novels & Stories

Low chandeliers cast flickering light over the crowd, and the music pulsed in a haunting rhythm, a heartbeat for the night’s sinister undercurrent. From the shadows, I scanned the room, my gaze sharp and calculating. It didn’t take long to spot her—Helena, standing near the edge of the dance floor, her red dress a beacon amidst the sea of blacks and silvers. We’d chosen that dress for a reason. She was the bait, and Dante wouldn’t be able to resist.

I was about to leave when suddenly Miss Gisella called me. "Anna come here, I want to tell you something" she said motioning me with her hand to come closer. I awkwardly smile and advance my steps towards her. "Where have you been? We're discussing about our next performance La Sylphide" I tilted my head "La Sylphide?" I emphasize and she nod her head. My lips curved into a smile. I know La Sylphide, it is one of the oldest surviving classical ballet masterpiece. It is a romantic ballet, a magical love story that talks about heartbreak and forbidden love.

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.

Sus smiled at me and winked playfully then she hugged a man and began to dance with him. - "You are wild you know that? it was very sexy" The man whispered to my ear, but it wasn't the same man with whom I was dancing before. He hugged me from my back and danced in one rhythm with me. He is the one who smelled like a forest. I turned my body and looked at his eyes. I was dancing with a dead one. Another vampire! I still didn't show that I know who he is I kept dancing and looked at his face, his eyes were black but from the lights and smoke, it was hard to see. I never saw another vampire, my blood was burning from desire and I felt so light. I think drugs are destroying my nose because n

Sol murmured, his voice so low it was meant only for me. "I'm fine," I whispered back, tightening my grip on my invisible resolve. "But I think you might need a literal shield to get to the refreshment table." "I don't need a shield," Sol said, his gaze finally shifting to me, his eyes dark and intense. "I have an Alpha." The haunting, melodic strains of a medieval hammered dulcimer filled the hall, signaling the start of the ceremonial first dance. It was a traditional pavane—slow, stately, and designed to show off the grace and power of the ruling class.

Then, the band started to play languid music. Alpha Zackery looked at me and said, "Do you recognize this music? Danse au clair de lune? Moonlight Dance?" I shook my head. "We always begin each Grand Ball with this song. It has got a slow and steady rhythm and it's perfect for four-legged animals trying to dance upright. You know, so they don't step on each other or others' toes." Alpha Zackery said with amusement. I chuckled. "I'll take the lead and you can follow me. I promise it's way easier than a sword dance." He grinned at me and said.

I made my way towards the hall for the traditional dance. I could feel the vibrations from the drums pounding. The words of the songs floating above the drum beats praising the moon goddess and begging her for a love match mate. “What house?” A bored dance coordinator asked at the stage door. “Alpha Osiris.” I said with a flat tone. The coordinator handed me two silver bell anklets The bells are worn to add to the drum rhythm as you dance. “Turn around so that I can pin this number to your back.”

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

I asked. “This means, Grace, that this is a hybrid composed of various demons. Some evil people had torn apart different demons and then used dark magic long after their deaths to fuse them together, creating this terrifying creature, a product of the foulest form of dark magic known as necromancy.” Daisy’s words changed the whole atmosphere of the room. A chill spread in the room. "I've never seen anything like it. This is some next level dark magic." Xander whispered, it felt like he almost whispered it to himself.

Pax grinned widely, brushing his hands in anticipation, and Ethan crossed his arms, intensively watching us. “I see the backstage timeout do you good.” Pax teased. “Shuddup. Let’s roll,” Clay snapped, but there was no sense of aggression in his tone. Red and yellow lights slowly illuminate two bodies in the center, holding each other close. As Trey cues the music volume will turn up (when it’s ready), Dracula and Lucy take a few steps back and dance to depict how Dracula is waiting to take her away to be one of his brides.